r them."

"What if it rains?"

"I have thought of that. I brought a few yards of oilcloth to-day and
they will be safe and dry if it pours."

"Good!" she said. "Then if the moth comes out you bring it, and if I
am not here, put it under the cloth and I will run up some time in the
afternoon. But if I were you, I would not spread the rug until you know
if I can remain. I have to steal every minute I am away, and any day
uncle takes a notion to stay at home I dare not come."

"Try to come to-morrow. I am going to bring some medicine for your
aunt."

"Put it under the cloth if I am not here; but I will come if I can. I
must go now; I have been away far too long."

The Harvester picked up one of the drug pamphlets, laid the drawing
inside it, and placed it with his other books. Then he drew out his
pocket book and laid a five-dollar bill on the table and began folding
up the chair and putting away the things. The Girl looked at the money
with eager eyes.

"Is that honestly what you would pay at the arts and crafts place?"

"It is the customary price for my patterns."

"And are you sure this is as good?"

"I can bring you some I have paid that for, and let you see for yourself
that it is better."

"I wish you would!" she cried eagerly. "I need that money, and I would
like to have it dearly, if I really have earned it, but I can't touch it
if I have not."

"Won't you accept my word?"

"No. I will see the other drawings first, and if I think mine are as
good, I will be glad to take the money to-morrow."

"What if you can't come?"

"Put them under the oilcloth. I watch all the time and I think Uncle
Henry has trained even the boys so they don't play in the river on
his land. I never see a soul here; the woods, house, and everything is
desolate until he comes home and then it is like----" she paused.

"I'll say it for you," said the Harvester promptly. "Then it is like
hell."

"At its worst," supplemented the Girl. Taking pencils and a sheet of
paper she went swiftly through the woods. Before she left the shelter
of the trees, the Harvester saw her busy her hands with the front of
her dress, and he knew that she was concealing the drawing material. The
colour box was left, and he said things as he put it with the chair and
table, covered them with the rug and oilcloth, and heaped on a layer of
leaves.

Then he drove to the city and Betsy turned at the hospital corner
with no interference. He could face h